M: So you’re not happy. I KNEW it. I could feel it. It hasn’t been the same recently. You think I’m old and ugly.

B: No! That’s not it at all, I love you …

M: No you don’t. You think I’m just a frumpy old housewife. A borin’ oul’ doll.

B: NO! Would you listen? I’m trying to tell you something. You NEVER friggin’ listen. Pisses me off, so it does.

[Bill stares out of the window]

M: Why in the name of JESUS would I want to listen to you slabberin’ about how I’m not attractive to you anymore? Go fuck yourself. And why are you looking at her? Is that it? Is it?

B: You’re melting my head here. Got it all wrong as usual. Want to know why I’m looking at her? Do you?

M: I know rightly why you’re looking at her. You want to try something new alright. I know what this is all about. Do you seriously think a girl like that would be interested in a fat useless bastard like you? Your head’s full of sweetie mice, chum.

B: That’s it. I give up. There’s no point trying to talk to you. You always do this. I’ve had it. Fuckin’ MELTER!

[Bill opens the car door aggressively]

M: Where are you going? You’re not getting away with this, you selfish prick.

B: Fuck OFF. I’ve had it with you. You want to know why I was looking at her?